#I love the live stages of otra vez

[07-bilin]

it takes two

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: miguel and you are playing the game ‘it takes two’ and boy has it caused some arguments between you two.

₊˚ପ⊹ relationship: miguel x fem!reader 

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: spanish-dict spanish (you’ve been warned)

₊˚ ପ⊹ wc: 552

₊˚ପ⊹ author’s note: made this cause me and my friend (@1800classiccherries) recently decided to play the game and we cursed at each other when we got to the stage where we had to use the hammer and nails lmao.

“MIGUEL, MOVE TO YOUR RIGHT-- NONO THAT'S YOUR LEFT... Y’KNOW WHAT, JUST HAND ME THE CONTROLLER,” you yell as you storm out of your office and enter the shared living space where your perplexed boyfriend is standing with a controller in his hands.

as you snatch the controller out of his hands he glares at you and his face scrunches up as he watches the screen intently as you successfully land on the platform that you’ve been waiting for ages for him to succeed at.

you look over at him and swing the controller to his build urging him to take it so the two of you could begin on the next stage.

“do you want me to give you another tutorial or do you got it?” you ask in a more patient tone than the one you had been using today.

miguel stares at you, a bit salty still as there has been more crabby you and less pleasant you today as this game has driven you absolutely insane.

at first, he thought it was a great idea when you suggested it as the two of you had been a little short on what to do for fun recently so he immediately hopped on to the bandwagon. boy was it a bad idea cause it seemed to take the demon out of you and his poor gaming skills to light.

he grunts before grabbing the controller out of your grasp and mumbles, “ya estamos otra vez..”

once more, the two of you are at it again, although still rusty, miguel has seemed to improve in the short amount of time given, and just as he was doing fine, he fucks up.

“oh my gosh, for the last time--,” you groan. “miguel, use your spider-sense or something!! oh, wait.. you don’t have one--” you shout across the apartment.

“mi amor, vas a ser la muerte de mí.” miguel groans as he slaps a hand across his face and falls back on the couch.

too bored to continue, you shut the game down and sneak out and hop onto the couch next to miguel, and you notice him still a little irritated from the game itself and your behavior that day.

“miggy, you mad?” you pry as you poke at his bicep trying to get a peek at his face.

he removes his hand from his face and glares at you and gives you a look that reads, ‘what do you think’. you blink your eyes before leaning in and peppering his face with kisses all around until giving one small peck on his lips before leaning back to your prior position.

“still mad?” you ask with a small smirk on your lips as you can tell he is already starting to soften up.

his frown stays for a while longer before his mouth slightly curves up and he scoops you into his arms and replies, “i’ll forgive you this once hermosa.”

you give a celebratory yay and cup his face before giving him a smooch.

“love you lots miggy, sorry for me being mean today, i’ll make sure to tone it down next time,” you note as you stare up at your lover.

he nods his head at the comment before he mumbles softly into your skin.

“te amo también mi querida“

₊˚ପ⊹ translations: 

- ya estamos otra vez (here we go again)

- mi amor, vas a ser la muerte de mí (my love, you’re going to be the death of me)

- hermosa (beautiful)

- te amo también mi querida (i love you too my darling)

[letrasdematondo]

Tortured poet

Ya ha pasado más de un mes de la salida del nuevo disco de Taylor Swift, y cada día tengo una canción favorita diferente.

Florida, con Florence and the machine es mi favorita de todas.

Y el disco me ha gustado mucho, el bridge The Smallest man who ever lived, madre mía , que fuerte. ME encanta.

La de pullas que a lanzado a kim kardashian. No paraba de reirme al escucharlo.

So long, London

ThanK you aIMe

Fornight

Smallest man who ever lived

So High School

A continuación los parrafos que mas se repiten en mi mente

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Florida

Florida is one hell of a drug

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Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time Yes, I'm haunted but I'm feeling just fine All my girls got their lace and their crimes And your cheating husband disappeared Well, no one asks any questions here

.

I need to forget, so take me to Florida I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

...

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified?

And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance" 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

I would've died for your sins Instead, I just died inside And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars You crashed my party and your rental car You said normal girls were boring But you were gone by the morning You kicked out the stage lights But you're still performing

...

So Long, London

(el suspiro del inicio es como diciendo, aqui vamos otra vez, otro vez con el corazón roto)

Thinkin, how much sad did you think I had Did you think I had in me? Oh, the tragedy ...

So long, London You'll find someone ...

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You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days And I'm just getting color back into my face I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place

....

Fortnight

I was supposed to be sent away But they forgot to come and get me

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I love you, it's ruining my life I touched you for only a fortnight I touched you, but I touched you

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Thought of callin' ya, but you won't pick up 'Nother fortnight lost in America Move to Florida, buy the car you want But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch me

....

So high school

I feel so high school every time I look at you I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

(la imagen de ellos besandose en la final de la super bowl)

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Truth, dare, spin bottles (yeah) You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full-throttle (yeah) Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her

.....

thanK you aIMee

(Vamos, el mayor jodete Kim que se pudo escuchar)

Screamed, "FucK you, aIMmee" to the night sky As the blood was gushing But I can't forget the way you made me heal

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I wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool I built a legacy that you can't undo But when I count the scars, there's a moment of truth That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you

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And maybe you've reframed it And in your mind, you never beat my spirit black and blue I don't think you've changed much And so I changed your name and any real defining clues And one day, your kid comes home singing A song that only us two is gonna know is about you 'cause

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Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman But she used to say she wished that you were dead

...

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Hasta aquí mi resumen muy personal del disco Tortured Poet

---------- 8 junio 2024 - Letras de Matondo

[endlessly-cursed]

For the Spanish song ask: One for Minerva & Adonis, one for Simon & Nilüfer, and one for the Parsons sisters, please?

Minerva– Cuando No Estás, María Isabel

Vuelvo despertar / I wake up again

Y tú ya no estas / and you're no longer here

has sido primero / you've been the first

Anoche me fui a dormir / last night I went to sleep

Sin poderte decir / without being able to tell you

buenas noches te quiero / goodnight, I love you

Es un rollo crecer / it's so boring to grow up

sin poderte tener / without having you

siempre que lo deseo / everytime I wish

Quiero ser muy feliz / I want to be very happy

que estés mas junto a mi / for you to be more near me

no te veo ni el pelo / I cannot see you at all

I now see that you asked for Aderva rather than Minerva alone but I wanted to share this song with you nevertheless

Cuando no estas me cuesta tanto superar / when you're not here, it costs so much to get over

Esos momentos de mi soledad / those moments of my loneliness

Hoy quiero estar más tiempo junto a ti / Today I wants to be with you more time

Necesito verte más. / I need to see you more

Vuelve papá… / Come back dad...

This song represents well her grief and pain over the loss of her father and how she feels about it. This song explores the five stages of grief, and it's a song that also marked my infancy and the singer is my first fav singer. Consider yourself lucky, I share this song with very few ❤️

Minerva and Adonis: Por Siempre, Cali & El Dandee

Aunque me digas que tu sola estás mejor / Even if you tell me you're better on your own

Por dentro sabes que no no no/ Deep inside you know that you're not not not

No dejaré de cantarte / I won't stop singing to you

Por que tus ojos brillan más que el Sol/ Because your eyes bright more than the sun

Y aunque me de calor/ and even if it makes me feel hot

No dejaré de mirarte / I won't stop looking at you

No dejaré de cantarte / I won't stop singing to you

No dejaré de mirarte / I won't stop looking at you

No, no hay nadie más / No, there's nobody else

Que me haga sentir / That would make me feel

Lo que siento cuando puedo verte / What I feel when I can see you

No, no hay nadie más / No, there's nobody else

Que me haga sentir / That makes me feel

Yo haré lo que sea por tenerte / I will do whatever it takes to have you

Ahhh, Aderva my beloved. This represents well when Adonis makes peace with the fact that he's in love with Minerva and is adamant on winning her over. Minerva is pretty much on denial and Adonis no longer wants to fight. He adores her and wants to adore her in public, openly.

Simon and Nilüfer: Vuelvo a Verte, Malú & Pablo Alborán

Y es que vuelvo a verte otra vez / And I get to see you again

vuelvo a respirar profundo / I get to breathe deeply

y que se entere el mundo / and let the world find out

que de amor también se puede vivir / that of love you too can live

de amor se puede parar el tiempo / of love you can stop time

no quiero salir de aquí / I don't want to get out of here

porque vuelvo a verte otra vez / because I get to see you again

vuelvo a respirar profundo / I get to breathe deeply again

y que se entere el mundo / and let the world know

que no importa nada más. / that nothing else matters

This reminded me of when they reecounter after Nilüfer comes back from the Empire after getting the sultan's blessing and hearing upon his accident. This song represents well their feelings upon the event that will lead to their wedding. Not to mention one of my favourite romantic songs ever 🤩🥺

Georgie and Divya Parsons: Todo Lo Que Yo Quiero

Siempre que no veo, / Everytime I do not see

La salida a mis problemas, / a way out of my problems

Estás siempre conmigo, / you're always with me

Estás siempre conmigo. / you're always with me

La mejor guardiana, / the best guardian

La que tiene la receta, / she who has the best recipe

Para hacerme sentir bien, / to make me feel good

Para hacerme sentir bien. / to make me feel good

Tú eres la mejor versión. / you are the best version

Tú eres lo que yo más quiero. / you are who I love the most

Tú eres todo para mí, / you are everything to me

El cariño más sincero. / the most sincere fondness

This is the ultimate sisters before misters song!! I remember singing this song with my sisters as we did silly things and embraced... Ahh good times 🥺❤️ I think this song would represent either Georgie or Divya's first heartbreak and how they lean and heal through sisterly love and learn that who loves them the most is each other, not an idiot man!

[massistocchifontana]

The Love that suffocates freedom

The Love that suffocates freedom

 When we speak about resonance and vibration our attention gets steered to law of attraction. The manner in which I speak about resonance and vibration is more in terms of kinesiology where the core of the practice is about identifying imbalances in the body’s structural, chemical and emotional energy. I am by no means a kinesiologist but my curiosity and studies within the realm of body work and energy consciousness have always left me with a lot of questions which have informed my practice. In addition the exploration of kundalini tantra has been greatly applicable to this western manner of viewing the body and for my own personal reflections.

 The manner in which love is seen has an endless amount of perspectives and opinions in the west and east. On a purely energetic understanding, Love is deeply connected to the feeling of reverence. 

 Reverence is defined as having a deep respect for someone or something. When we take love into consideration reverence needs to be focused not only on the other but in equal measure towards the self. Without the essential component of the self, the real meaning and resonance of love will not be felt in its entirety.

 I don’t believe that we give enough homage to the word respect and many of our problems are maintained because the level of respect we show ourselves and others is diminished because we identify more with feelings of shame and guilt and anxiety. These lower level emotions not only anchor us in the feeling itself but we never reach the point of becoming empathic and compassionate with ourselves and quickly become depleted when we are trying to give this to others in our lives.

 Freedom for me is closely aligned with non-attachment. Non-attachment is essentially a practice of presence and mindfulness. It is not allowing your sense of wellbeing to rely upon anything other than your own presence of awareness. It means to be in the world, but not of the world. This is in stark contrast to detachment which means to distance oneself from the world out of total disinterest.

 Now when I say that love suffocates freedom, it is because the love we have become so accustomed to is about possession and control which falls into the emotional state “craving”. What this means is that our emotional state of craving is reinforced by a deep desire to connect and be connected with our partner or person of interest. The sensation is one of ownership and possessiveness. What this does on an energetic level is cause us to be in a constant state of being disappointed when we cannot manipulate the other into the position we want them to be in. This causes mass arguments and removes both parties ability to communicate in each other’s value systems. The ultimate process behind the emotion of craving is a sensation of enslavement, where the individual in pursuit of this kind of love is enslaved to this cycle and they are constantly in a mental state of denial. Try convince a person in a state of denial anything contrary to what they believe!!! Its near impossible.

 However, when we compare this kind of love in respect to what love really should mean, we often have an adverse reaction in most people because we have been so deeply conditioned to view love as possession.

 One other factor to consider is how love and passion are closely aligned. When we have love with passion we feel fulfilled, but when we have just passion on its own we have something missing and when we have love on its own, once again we feel a lack of fulfilment. Passion is a kind of energy that is dependent on the other energy (love) for its survival. 

 Throughout the various stages of romancing our partner we expend a lot of energy in trying to win the other over with the hope that they will pick us. Passionate love is inspirational and it is with this inspiration that we are able to overcome any obstacle. The energy required to overcome the obstacles is one of the most important factors to consider or keep in mind. The moment we move in together we have removed physical separation and we have bridged the potentiality in the couple. The problem with this is that we have removed one of the most vital components to the relationship… namely physical separation.

 We don’t realise that in actuality we are removing one of the core elements that contribute to the passion in the relationship. It is at this point that there needs to be a manner to compensate for the “energy-hole” because there is no longer any need to overcome the obstacle of living separately. You’ll find the same energy hole develops when two people get married. There is no longer any obstacle to overcome so the two parties settle into uninspired roles and this is when one or both parties begin to feel neglected.

 Ultimately it is this reduction in chargedness or sexual energy that diminishes passion leading to more of a cognitive (thinking) type of love, rather than an embodied Cognitive, emotional and compassionate love. The three levels of love are essential in experiencing an immersed love. 

 When more energy holes develop in a relationship it is essential to have both partners aware of how they are navigating the relationship especially in the maintenance of the three levels of love. If one party finds themselves purely in the cognitive space, they will have detached from the chargedness that brings passion into the relationship. The same can be said for the individual solely being in the relationship on the basis of emotional love, there will be flaws in the depth that both parties share in their love for one another.

 We have to remember that the concept of love is based on superficial and romanticised narratives and we need to explore this concept more in line with understanding non-attachment where we can be completely present and mindful and sexually charged in a relationship without the need to control and smother the love the other is willing to share with us. Ultimately we all want to have a sense of freedom and we also want to feel and give love, but we also need to realise that our style of loving has great potential for either embracing the three levels of love in their entirety or suffocating the freedom our partner is desperate for.

 Via Con Dios

El amor que sofoca la libertad

 Cuando hablamos de resonancia y vibración, nuestra atención se dirige a la ley de atracción. La forma en que hablo de resonancia y vibración es más en términos de kinesiología, donde el núcleo de la práctica consiste en identificar los desequilibrios en la energía estructural, química y emocional del cuerpo. De ninguna manera soy un kinesiólogo, pero mi curiosidad y mis estudios dentro del ámbito del trabajo corporal y la conciencia energética siempre me han dejado con muchas preguntas que han informado mi práctica. Además, la exploración del kundalini tantra ha sido muy aplicable a esta manera occidental de ver el cuerpo y para mis propias reflexiones personales.

 La forma en que se ve el amor tiene un sinfín de perspectivas y opiniones en occidente y oriente. En una comprensión puramente energética, el amor está profundamente conectado con el sentimiento de reverencia.

 La reverencia se define como tener un profundo respeto por alguien o algo. Cuando tomamos en consideración el amor, la reverencia debe centrarse no solo en el otro, sino en igual medida hacia uno mismo. Sin el componente esencial del yo, el significado real y la resonancia del amor no se sentirán en su totalidad.

 No creo que le demos suficiente homenaje a la palabra respeto y muchos de nuestros problemas se mantienen porque el nivel de respeto que mostramos a nosotros mismos y a los demás se ve disminuido porque nos identificamos más con los sentimientos de vergüenza y culpa y ansiedad. Estas emociones de nivel inferior no solo nos anclan en el sentimiento en sí, sino que nunca llegamos al punto de volvernos empáticos y compasivos con nosotros mismos y rápidamente nos agotamos cuando intentamos dar esto a otros en nuestras vidas.

 La libertad para mí está estrechamente alineada con el desapego. El desapego es esencialmente una práctica de presencia y atención plena. No permite que su sentido de bienestar dependa de otra cosa que no sea su propia presencia de conciencia. Significa estar en el mundo, pero no ser del mundo. Esto está en marcado contraste con el desapego, que significa distanciarse del mundo por total desinterés.

 Ahora bien, cuando digo que el amor sofoca la libertad, es porque el amor al que nos hemos acostumbrado tanto se trata de posesión y control que cae en el estado emocional “anhelo”. Lo que esto significa es que nuestro estado emocional de anhelo se ve reforzado por un profundo deseo de conectarnos y estar conectados con nuestra pareja o persona de interés. La sensación es de propiedad y posesividad. Lo que esto hace a un nivel energético es hacer que estemos en un estado constante de desilusión cuando no podemos manipular al otro en la posición en la que queremos que esté. Esto provoca discusiones masivas y elimina la capacidad de ambas partes para comunicarse en el valor del otro. sistemas. El proceso final detrás de la emoción del anhelo es una sensación de esclavitud, donde el individuo en busca de este tipo de amor es esclavizado a este ciclo y está constantemente en un estado mental de negación. ¡Intenta convencer a una persona en un estado de negación de cualquier cosa contraria a lo que cree! Es casi imposible.

 Sin embargo, cuando comparamos este tipo de amor con respecto a lo que realmente debería significar el amor, a menudo tenemos una reacción adversa en la mayoría de las personas porque hemos estado tan profundamente condicionados para ver el amor como una posesión.

 Otro factor a considerar es cómo el amor y la pasión están estrechamente alineados. Cuando amamos con pasión nos sentimos realizados, pero cuando tenemos pasión por sí sola, nos falta algo y cuando tenemos amor por sí solo, una vez más sentimos una falta de realización. La pasión es un tipo de energía que depende de la otra energía (amor) para su supervivencia.

 A lo largo de las diversas etapas del romance con nuestra pareja, gastamos mucha energía en tratar de conquistar al otro con la esperanza de que nos elija a nosotros. El amor apasionado es inspirador y es con esta inspiración que somos capaces de superar cualquier obstáculo. La energía necesaria para superar los obstáculos es uno de los factores más importantes a considerar o tener en cuenta. En el momento en que nos mudamos juntos, hemos eliminado la separación física y hemos tendido un puente sobre la potencialidad de la pareja. El problema con esto es que hemos eliminado uno de los componentes más vitales de la relación ... a saber, la separación física.

 No nos damos cuenta de que en realidad estamos eliminando uno de los elementos centrales que contribuyen a la pasión en la relación. Es en este punto que debe haber una manera de compensar el "agujero de energía" porque ya no hay necesidad de superar el obstáculo de vivir por separado. Verá que se desarrolla el mismo agujero de energía cuando dos personas se casan. Ya no hay ningún obstáculo que superar, por lo que las dos partes se acomodan en roles poco inspirados y es entonces cuando una o ambas partes comienzan a sentirse desatendidas.

 En última instancia, es esta reducción en la carga o la energía sexual lo que disminuye la pasión y conduce a un amor más de tipo cognitivo (pensamiento), en lugar de un amor cognitivo, emocional y compasivo encarnado. Los tres niveles de amor son esenciales para experimentar un amor inmerso.

 Cuando se desarrollan más agujeros de energía en una relación, es esencial que ambos socios sean conscientes de cómo están navegando en la relación, especialmente en el mantenimiento de los tres niveles de amor. Si una de las partes se encuentra puramente en el espacio cognitivo, se habrá desprendido de la carga que trae pasión a la relación. Lo mismo puede decirse del individuo que está en la relación únicamente sobre la base del amor emocional, habrá fallas en la profundidad de que ambas partes compartan su amor mutuo.

 Tenemos que recordar que el concepto de amor se basa en narrativas superficiales y romantizadas y necesitamos explorar este concepto más en línea con la comprensión del desapego, donde podemos estar completamente presentes y atentos y cargados sexualmente en una relación sin la necesidad de controlar. y sofocar el amor que el otro está dispuesto a compartir con nosotros. En última instancia, todos queremos tener un sentido de libertad y también queremos sentir y dar amor, pero también debemos darnos cuenta de que nuestro estilo de amar tiene un gran potencial para abrazar los tres niveles de amor en su totalidad o sofocar la libertad que tenemos. pareja está desesperada por.

 Via Con Dios

[lovelyladiesofoverwatchimagines]

A little longer

||Sombra x reader||

“Bésame, bésame mucho, Como si fuera Esta Noche, La última vez” You hummed the old song your mother used to sing to you. The young girl currently spooning you were smiling as you sang, her grip on you tightening

“Bésame, bésame mucho, Que Tengo Miedo a tenure, Y perderte Otra Vez” As you finished your song the woman's grip loosened

“God I love when you sing” She mumbled into the back of your shoulder. She may have been small but no one told Olivia she couldn't be the big spoon

“Yeah?” You asked, turning to face her

“Yeah” She agreed. You smiled and looked at the ceiling

“People are gonna scream my name while I sing on a stage one day” You dreamed to be as good as queen or the bg’s one day. It had been your dream to do something. You glanced at her

“God you’re beautiful Olivia” Love and high was masked over your eyes from hours before. She gently giggled

“You know how much I hate you calling me that” Pushing her hair back out if her face she raised an eyebrow

“Sorry if I can't say “Sombra” with a straight face” You groaned and sat up. The covers of the messy bed fell to you waist

“People will know me by that name one day” She mumbled. You sighed and looked down are her

“You ever think about kids, marriage n’ shit?” You carefully asked. The woman next to you shrugged.

“Yeah, but our lives are too fucked up to do either of those” She mumbled again. You nodded and groaned, stretching.

"Alright mami, I got to get to my job, so your gonna have to detach yourself from me" You swung your legs off the edge of the bed and yawned. Soft arms circled your waist and attempted to pull you back to the warm bed

"Can't you stay a little longer?" She kissed up your spine. You groaned and cupped her hand

"Liv-" She cut you off with a sharp bite ti the neck. You whistled in a breath

"Im sure I can be persuaded”

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10 years into the future and you and your lover much changed were still in the same place. In each others arms

"If you could talk to your past self what would you say" Sombra randomly blurted out. Your grip on her tightened you kissed the tip of her nose

"Id tell them to grab onto you and never let you go" You pulled her closer

"Oh" She said.

"Why whats yours?" You asked, propping your head up. She laughed

"Dont eat the fish from MicAngelos" One she said it you both burst into a series of small giggles and laughs. Once you two quieted down you traced her side calmly

"Do you ever think we could've been something real? Like family, marriage, kids? You remarked, sadness filled your voice

"Yeah sometimes" She answered, the same sadness seeped into her voice

"I love you Sombra" You said

"Dont call me that" She looked into your eyes. Her purple irises glowing in the dim room

"Why i thought-"

"People fear that name..i don't like hearing it come from you" She clarified. You nodded

"Love you Liv" You said into the crevice where shoulder meets neck. You two laid in silence for a small while. Basking in each other’s presence, in each others love.

She suddenly let out a huge groan

"I got to go" She said looking at the holo clock on the wall

"Wait, just stay a little big longer?" You begged

"I'm sure I can make it worth your while" You mumbled seductively in her ear

"Ridiculous" Sombra laughed while falling back into the blankets and her lovers embrace

[cieloxcnco]

una y otra vez - part 1 (richard)

parte uno

Words: 2,400+

Warnings: pretty much all smut and angst. modeled after a period of time with my on-and-off ex who everyone hates, so you might hate my fictional Richard after this..

A/N: so to keep up content, i’m editing some things i’ve already done to fit our boys. And no, I don’t think Richard is this much of a douchebag. *but* he *is* dominican, so I don’t doubt that charming little smile hides a lot. IN ANY EVENT - this is part 1 of a 4 part piece. I know this one starts a little slow but it gets a lot more involved later.  Hope you like and stick with it!

Again.

Here I am again.

I sit up in the backseat of my car, craning my neck to see out the window to the street.

The streetlights are on, but it’s dark enough now to not be caught.

No movement of shadows yet.

I lie back.

He’s going to come.                              He’s coming.                                                   He’ll come.

I shouldn’t want him to come. I should have stayed away from him.

                                                           I have never known how to stay away from him.

I sit up on my elbows and peek again out the glass.

Still no shadows in the glow of the street-lamps.

                                                                       He’s not coming.

Too long. Too, too long. Not just waiting in my car, hoping he’ll meet me. Too long living in our secret. Too long waiting for him at all.

His situation won’t change. His ways won’t change. He won’t change.

Buthewill.Hewillforyou.Onlyforyou.Ifyoulovehimenoughandgivehimtime,hewill.

Yes. Yes. He will. Maybe? No. Yes. He will. He said he will.

His hand belongs to someone else,                                                            and yet, when we are alone, I know the truth.                                                                                                                 or my truth.                                                                                                          I know he is mine.

He knows I hate he is living away from me, that he spends his mornings waking up in the arms of someone else.

I bet you say that I don’t care, he had said between kisses on the fire escape last winter. I bet you say that I don’t even think of you, but God knows how wrong you are. So corny that it sounded like lyrics to a Backstreet Boys song. It had stuck in my head so much that I found out a week later that was exactly what the line was.

Those damn eyes. Those hypnotic eyes. They’ll make you believe anything.

TapTap against the rear windshield. I look up, startled.

Richard is smiling coyly down at me from outside. Those pearly white teeth have turned me to putty and he hasn’t even touched me.                                                                                                                                    Yet.

I sit up and release the door handle to let him into the backseat.

He sits down on the rear cushions on the driver’s side. He’s not next to me but it’s already warmer.

Sorry, baby, he says.             he always says. It took a while to get away.

I don’t want to think about what kept him. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. He’s here now. But I don’t say it. I just smile.

It doesn’t take long for it to turn into a frown. I have tried to fight the hollow pull in my chest.

He whispers, grabbing hold of my hand. Hey. What’s wrong?

I try not to chuckle dryly, my thoughts swirling. Everything.

I’m in love with you.                               You tell me you love me.                                                                       You’re involved with someone else. We’ve loved in secret for years and I don’t want it to stay secret anymore. Why can’t I be on your arm like she is?                                                              What does she have that I don’t have?                I feel like I have no value in your eyes.                                         Do you just want to sweet-talk me to seduce me?                                         Do you say ‘I love you’ just to get me to spread my legs?                                                           I wouldn’t be surprised, because it works. Why do I listen to you, knowing that you’re lying to me? But do you mean what you say or does it only get you what you want?      do you know that every time you smile at me that my heart seizes up? If I tell you all this, would you slam the door behind you or just gently shut it as you walk away?      Do you love me? Do you prove it? You ask me what’s wrong with this like you don’t know.                   What’s wrong with this?                                                         Everything’s wrong. Everything.

                   What is my only answer aloud?                                                    Nothing.

It’s stupid to lie. The only person it hurts is me.

No point in lying anyway. He can tell by the look on my face.

He kisses my knuckles in apology. Such a gentlemanly gesture for a man who is the opposite of a gentleman.

He runs his left hand through his hair, his silver wedding band glistening in the dim light. Baby girl, you know I love you. We’ll wind up together, I promise. We belong together.

His eyes make me believe every word. I try not to think too long about it so I don’t have the time realize he’s probably lying.

We both know all too well what his words do to me.

His mouth is on mine before I can think and his kiss feels like velvet on fire.                                                                                            smooth.                                                                                            powerful.                                                                                            inciting.                                                                                            enticing.

In just one movement,                                     he consumes me                                     he controls me.                                     he possesses me.

He cradles the back of my head in his left palm and I melt at his touch.

I pause to breathe. Baby, I pant. I’m hesitating. I don’t know why I’m trying to stop. I don’t even want to. There was something I was going to say, but it seems pointless now. Just as pointless as stopping at all. I’m going to give in again in just a moment.

Listen, he soothes, It will be okay. I’m going to leave her. You know you mean more to me.

I smile and kiss his lips. I love you.

He smirks. So why don’t you get over here and suck it?

How romantic.

But his eyes sparkle and his smile darkens with lust and I want it.                                                                                          I don’t care that he’s taken.                                                                                          I don’t care that this is wrong.                                                                                          All that matters is he’s mine right now.                                                                                          Even if it’s only for this moment.

When I take him in my mouth, his left hand twists in my hair and his wedding band gets lost in the tangled tresses.

Baby.          I love you.                           God, you’re amazing.                                                              That’s right- work your tongue like that.

And my name keeps falling from his lips.        my name.                        not hers.        my name.                        mine.

And I keep going so my name will be the only thing he will think of.        Until he goes back inside to the after party and pretends to love her again.                he’ll go back inside and be in front of the media and pretend to be happy                                                                                                                          honest                                                                                                                          faithful.

I’m too far gone to stop. I want more.

Too close to the edge to keep control, he pulls my mouth off of him with a pop.

You’re perfect, he whispers, shedding his jacket. My heart melts. Now take these pants off, beautiful. I want you.

No thoughts are left of him using tactics to get inside me. I just want more. His sex or his heart, I don’t care which.                                 Aren’t they the same thing anyway?                                            They are the same to me. Even if he doesn’t know it.                                                                                     Even if I deny it.

He’s still in his button-up shirt, his pants down just enough to be exposed. I’m in a t-shirt and denim shorts.                                                    I’m not in a cute cocktail dress for the party for the wrapping of his album.

                                                   I’m not prestigious enough for that.                                                    I’m not his wife.                                                    I’m his backseat fuck.

He pushes my shorts down my legs and folds me in half, both my knees against my right shoulder. I don’t know why I expected much foreplay.                                                                      We never have much time.

You know how much I love you, right? he breathes against my lips before capturing them again. No. I don’t know. I sometimes don’t believe it. I sometimes try too hard to believe it. Sometimes I know I must be one of a hundred girls who he does this with.

But only now I believe it enough to answer. I love you, too.                                                                       I don’t care if it makes me a fool.

And he’s pushed inside.                                        GOD That’s perfect, us feeling as one. We must be meant for each other. He fits me like a puzzle piece.

I love you, baby, he grunts. I love you so much. He always loves me when we’re like this.

It takes me too long to realize that he is forgoing protection as usual. I don’t need a condom. The only protection I need is my heart to be shielded, some barrier to separate the physical act from the delusions of love in my mind. No Trojan can protect me from that.

Finally adjusted to our bodies connecting, he starts thrusting                                                                                                 in
                                                                                                     and                                                                                                            out                                                                                                     and
                                                                                                 in                                                                                                     and                                                                                                            oh yeah, baby                                                                                                     and
                                                                                                 in
                                                                                                     and
                                                                                                             out                                                                                                     and                                                                                                 in                                                                                                     and                                                                                                            fuck, don’t stop I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much like an imploding star                                                                                               aglow, incandescent.                                                                                               about to shatter into millions of shimmering fragments.                                                                                               so close to the brink of destruction but ablaze with an unquenchable white heat.

It feels so good that I shut my eyes in pure rapture                                                                                 and even when I find the strength to open them, he’s not looking at me.     He hovers above me, busy looking out the fogging windows to make sure we won’t be caught by anyone passing. He pushes into me until he’s buried to the hilt and groans deeply.

This is why women can’t have emotionally unattached sex. Men just seek the comforting physical feeling around them and they can find that anywhere. Women seek someone to fill them, complete them, and emotion can’t be absent from that.

I shake the thought. He doesn’t find that anywhere.                                 He found me.                                 He loves me.                                 He wants to be with me.                                 He loves me.                                 He won’t spend forever living up to the vows he gave to her.                                 He loves me.

You feel amazing, Richard huffs, his muscles tensing. So tight. So good, mami. He roughly and awkwardly palms my breast with his left hand.                                                                                                   I throw my head back so I can’t see his wedding ring against my shirt.                                                                                                   It’s not denial. It’s just not accepting the situation as everyone else sees it.

He’s repeating my name in every exhale now. He’s close. You want all of me, baby? That’s his favorite way to say it, asking me if I want him to climax while still in me.

Consequences should flood my senses.                                                     He’s married.                                                     He’s not mine.                                                     He can’t get me pregnant.                                                     He just gets off on the idea of me being at his mercy, taking all of him,                                                                                                      cumming inside me.                                         And I don’t fucking care.                          It feels too fucking good to care.                  I don’t realize I’m screaming, begging him to release in me.    Common sense is lost.

He withdraws his body from me and I whimper at the new vacancy. I knew it wouldn’t last long. Open that pretty mouth, baby. I do. One        Two                Three spurts of his release onto my tongue.

No, I couldn’t risk that for you, he mutters, his breathing heavy. Well, how fucking considerate. Like it really matters at this stage of the game. I just smile and lick my lips. For what little time I get him to myself, I don’t want to fight.

I lie back on the seat cushion, limp and worn from activity. I know this was not about my pleasure. It’s his, always his and only sometimes ours. It doesn’t matter to me.                                   I haven’t peaked, but ecstasy still courses through my veins. That is enough of a good feeling.                                   I made him cum. I am happy that he is happy.                                                               And that’s it.

You have no idea, do you, he murmurs, our lips grazing.                              how much I love you?

My teeth are digging into my bottom lip. No, but I break myself for you. Is that love? I nod yes anyway. I wish I had the resolve to say it.

I know he has to leave. I know he has to go back inside,                                                                 straighten his suit,                                                                 wrap her in his arms like he is doing to me right now.

I know, he says as if he can read my mind. I hate leaving you, too. He doesn’t know. Not really. It’s a fraction of how much I’ll miss him.

He pulls a sample size bottle of his signature cologne out of his inside jacket pocket. He can’t smell like sweat and sex going back into the party, to be near her. He spritzes some on his neck and across the chest of his crisp white shirt. He always comes prepared to deceive.

I straighten my top and pull my shorts up.                   There’s a drop of semen on the collar of my shirt that won’t be easy to explain away.

I’ll talk to you later, okay? He just got here and already with the goodbyes. I nipped my teeth quickly against my tongue. Yeah, okay.

His eyes are sparkling. His wide smile is gleaming. His unkempt bleached blonde hair                                                         sweaty on his forehead a minute ago                                                         is still a mess but looks perfectly in place. I’m instantly molten, puddled at his feet.

So deceitful. So flawless. It is so typical for him to be so perfectly pieced together after this                             me to be so disheveled and broken.

I think I’ll be at another after-party Saturday, he hints. That means I’ll be parked behind a party venue Saturday night,                              waiting for him to fuck me like it’s some substitute for affection. Substitutes always pale in comparison to the real thing.                           like how egg substitute isn’t really egg, but it tastes enough like it for you to stomach.                                                                         Right?                           He told me once she doesn’t cook him eggs for breakfast. She should. If she lives like it’s love, she has no idea the prize she’s won. Because he is a prize, right? He’s perfect, he’s all I want. He can’t be as imperfect as I am.

Don’t text me until I contact you first, he insists as he adjusts his silver necklace chain.                                                                                                     A present from his wife.

I’ll let you know when it’s safe.                                                He doesn’t need to say it. I know. It’s an unspoken prerequisite to our arrangement.                                                If I go against this rule, he’ll be found out.                                                God knows we don’t want that. It would fuck everything up. I would fuck everything up.

I care about him too much to destroy him like that.                                                                                 Guess he doesn’t have the same feeling about me.

But that’s forgotten again when he presses his mouth to mine. I’ll talk to you later. I know he will. This is all going to work out. I know it will. I love you so much, baby. I know he does.

And with a last daring kiss while he’s standing outside my car and leaning inside over me                                           is he crazy? the overhead light is on- someone could see!                                                               go ahead, let them see                                           the paparazzi! her! what if?                                                               they’ll find out soon enough. why prolong the inevitable?                                           but how could you ruin him like that?                                                               it wouldn’t be only me.                                                               doesn’t it take two to tango?           he steals me away again with just one whisper of a kiss against me and with the door’s quick click, he’s already gone and down the street.

and here I am alone.

again.

part 2 is now here

[malumadaily]

— ¿Te ves casado? — A mí me preocupa que cada vez que una pareja se casa, termina. No entiendo por qué. Yo prefiero amar incondicionalmente. Me encantaría casarme, pero prefiero tener un amor real y que no dependa de un anillo para tener un vínculo. Claro, quiero casarme, vivir en una hacienda gigante con caballos, tener hijos, pero por el momento no le pongo mucha cabeza a eso. Tengo otras prioridades. Yo quiero ser padre joven, pero todavía no. Todavía tengo muchas cosas por hacer; mi carrera está empezando, y estoy viviendo cosas maravillosas. Tengo que quemar etapas y prepararme para darle todo el amor a un hijo. — Do you see yourself married? —  It worries me that every time a couple marries, it ends. I do not understand why. I prefer to love unconditionally. I would love to get married, but I'd rather have a real love and not depend on a ring to have a bond. Of course I want to get married, live on a giant farm with horses, have children, but for the moment I do not pay much attention to it. I have other priorities. I want to be a young father, but not yet. I still have many things to do; My career is starting and I am living wonderful things. I have to burn stages and prepare myself to give all love to a child.                                                                                               ━━ Maluma for ¡Hola! Argentina.                                                                                               Source: La Nacion.

[perdida-en-valla-blog]

31 december 2017

Last night I went to the Metro in Chicago to see three of my favorite bands from Illinois. Three years ago, I went to my first holiday show (also at the Metro) where a local band, Bonfires, was added to the lineup at the last second. At the show, i was hooked on that band from the first set I heard. After their set, I ran into the singer, Zech, in the crowd later on in the night. For me, this was the coolest thing in the world. I had previously been exposed only to musicians that were “too cool” to be in the crowds of shows. It was so cool to see someone doing what they loved on stage, then also doing what they love in the crowd and supporting the other musicians. That was the night that I was first exposed to/fell in love with the local music in Illinois. Truly, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve seen Real Friends/Knuckle Puck/Homesafe. Before going off to school in Wisconsin, I used to waste away my adolescence going to shows. A fun Friday night for me was driving to tinley park/chicago alone or with friends just to see live music. One of my greatest friends in the world, haley ski, and I have spent so many nights driving to chicago/tinley/milwaukee/indiana for live music. If there was a show happening that we liked, we would be there. Looking back, those were some of the best nights of my life. I love live music, always have and always will. I’ve come to realize that there’s a common theme in every Homesafe song. They’re all about placement and finding your place. Local music helped me to do that. Growing up, we know where we’re born into, where we live, but what does that really mean? Music from illinois is home. Illinois is home. The friends that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting at shows are some of the most creative/artistic/talented people I’ve ever met and supporting them fills my heart with warmth and happiness. There’s no place I feel more at home in the world than in a sweaty crowd of my favorite bands, smiling and singing my heart out. Last night was no exception. Live music is so nostalgic. Shows with good lineups/good sets only happen once. There’s only one chance to take advantage of the opportunity. Even the greatest bands can’t last forever (rip bonfires). There are so many bands that I’ve seen in my lifetime, and I cherish every opportunity I get. Even though I have spent most of my money on concerts and music festivals, I have no regrets in doing so. I’ve always gotten shit for it, but I will never regret spending money on what makes me happy. What else would I spend it on? The only regrets I have are the shows that I wasn’t able to make it to. 

Support your local music scene! It’s so much fun! Every band in the world was a local band at some point, they need your support!

I can’t even tell you how full my heart is after last night. I’m so grateful to have had the opportunity to go to one last legendary show before fleeing the country. I love illinois(’ music). There’s so much talent in Illinois, and I will die supporting it. 

Anoche mi hermano y yo fuimos a Chicago para un concierto de bandas que nos gustan. Todas las bandas que vimos eran de aquí en Illinois. Yo he ido a los conciertos desde el tiempo que podía manejar. He pasado muchas noches manejando a varias locaciones para ver música viva. Nada me llena mi corazón mas que soportar el arte de los músicos y fotógrafos de donde vengo. Yo reconozco que sin mi apoyo y el apoyo de los demás, estos músicos no pudieran hacer lo que aman. Honestamente, he tenido las noches mas divertidas de mi vida en los públicos de los conciertos. He conocido a mucha gente en los conciertos y siempre me da mucho gusto. Tengo tanto respeto por la gente que tiene un sueño artístico y lo persiguen. Con todo mi amor y pasión me encanta soportar los sueños artísticos. Aunque un día sé que todos los artistas que me gustan ya no van a hacer música, esto me da más ganas de soportarlos ahora que tengo la oportunidad. Mis conciertos favoritos que he ido nunca van a pasar otra vez. Es muy nostálgico pensar en todas las noches buenas que he tenido en los públicos. Unos fueron doce personas y otros miles de personas. Aprecio a todos lo mismo. Les tengo el mismo cariño a los músicos con millones siguientes y diez siguientes. Si tu música es buena, te soporto. Antes de empezar mi aventura en otro país, me dio mucho gusto pasar una noche más en Chicago soportando arte de aquí, arte de mi hogar. Mi corazón esta llenísimo.

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CLASE DE SU SANTIDAD SRILA BHAKTI VIRAHA                            AVADHUTA MAHARAJA

“EL OLVIDO, EL DESEO Y EL AMOR”

Es costumbre y tendencia natural a siempre querer obtener lo mejor. Cuando se nos presentan dos oportunidades y después de analizar la proposición de estas dos oportunidades, tenemos la tendencia a aceptar aquella que es mejor, aquella que puede darnos definitivamente mejor beneficio. Podría decirse que esto es lo apropiado. Aceptar lo mejor. Lo mejor de dos proposiciones o lo mejor de muchas proposiciones es aceptar aquello que es mejor, mas no siempre aceptando lo que presuponemos que es mejor resulta ser lo mejor. De esto también tenemos experiencia, verdadera experiencia. Definitivamente, lo mejor es Dios, Krishna, Krishna es Dios; eso es lo mejor. Y lo mejor que nosotros podemos hacer es aceptar Sus instrucciones y la proposición de vivir siempre en gracia de Dios. Vivir en gracia de Dios significa estar siempre inmerso en la inteligencia devocional o nuestra conciencia e inteligencia siempre está conducida en ese sendero, y cómo mejorar, perfeccionar mi servicio, lo que ofrezco. A mí se me propone, yo acepto, mas yo también propongo, y  lo que propongo puede ser bien aceptado o no, pero Krishna siempre está dispuesto a aceptar nuestro servicio sincero. Krishna siempre está dispuesto a aceptar el esfuerzo que hacemos para mejorar nuestra situación. Situación, por cierto, bastante delicada, delicada por la presencia constante del olvido. Pareciera ser que éste es un elemento definitivo en la vida devocional, porque cuando olvidamos a Krishna podemos perder nuestra posición devocional, o cuando no recordamos a Krishna también es un tipo de olvido. Nunca podemos ascender a una posición devocional. Podría considerarse entonces el olvido como un elemento que disocia las proposiciones hechas por Krishna constantemente de servicio devocional. Pero, así como existe la posibilidad de olvidar algo en particular, existe la posibilidad de recordarlo y el sistema es muy sencillo: escuchando siempre con la actitud apropiada, meditando siempre acerca de lo que se escucha y planteando y proponiendo, y proveyendo la posibilidad que otros escuchen, mediten, acepten y realicen las enseñanzas de la Suprema Personalidad de Dios, Krishna, Krishna es Dios.

Esta noche, entonces, estamos hablando acerca del olvido. No debemos olvidar que siempre hay la posibilidad de olvidar, olvidarse de Dios, olvidarse de Krishna. A veces somos muy orgullosos y nos sentimos satisfechos porque hemos alcanzado etapas de devoción, consideradas por nosotros mismos, tal vez por otros, como superiores. Si cierto es que debe existir satisfacción natural porque ofrecemos un servicio a Krishna y este servicio trata de presentarse lo mejor posible, cierto es que también se debe esto a una misericordia muy especial. Krishna dice, por compasión a ellos Yo me encuentro en su corazón iluminándolos con la lámpara del conocimiento, debido a que se encuentran en la ignorancia, la cual nace de la oscuridad. Por compasión a ellos. Krishna dice, Yo soy el recuerdo, Yo soy el olvido. Esto no quiere decir que yo he olvidado a Krishna porque Krishna quiere que yo lo olvide. No. Esto no quiere decir específicamente eso. Esto quiere decir que Krishna va a proveernos y va a complacernos de acuerdo a lo que nosotros deseamos, pedimos y exigimos. Inclusive Krishna puede complacer a un individuo que se empeña en el asunto de querer olvidarlo. Para él existe la magia del mundo material, donde la situación ilusoria lo hace olvidarse de su posición constitucional espiritual y de su posición de eterno sirviente, sirviente amoroso de Dios, Krishna.

Nosotros debemos ser lo suficientemente serios, analíticos, para tolerar y encontrarnos con nosotros mismos, cuando llegamos al punto del auto cuestionamiento y aceptar la triste realidad que a veces nos estamos esforzando el mínimo, a veces nada, para perfeccionar nuestro servicio devocional, para ofrecer cada vez más, algo puro. Todo comienza con la energía superior, la ejecución del servicio del deseo. Deseo es como una energía. Cuando se dice energía en el plano de la dualidad, es algo que no puede ser tangible por los medios naturales de percepción de los sentidos como color, peso, sabor, textura.                                    

¿Qué es deseo? ¿Qué es pensamiento? ¿Qué es meditación?  ¿Humm? Todo esto, deseo, el deseo, es definitivamente similar al amor. Todas las cosas en este mundo se logran y se pierden por amor. Por amor al dinero alguien arriesga su vida,  por amor a la patria también hace lo mismo, por amor a su familia se sobre esfuerza por mantenerla unida, por amor a sí mismo se preocupa de sobremanera de su situación. Todo es promovido por el amor y el amor no es otra cosa que deseo. Mas no todo lo que se desea se desea amorosamente. Porque aquel amor que no conduce a amar a Dios sobre todas las cosas y con ello definitivamente amar su creación puramente, no es verdadero amor, son deseos, de beneficiarse, deseos de amarse a sí mismo. Entonces, tenemos que entender que todo cuanto se ejecuta, está promovido por deseos, amorosos: amor al dinero, amor a la fama, amor al poder, amor a la gloria. Y todo este amor circunstancial y relativo se ve truncado por la presencia de la muerte.

LECTURE OF HIS HOLINESS SRILA BHAKTI VIRAHA

AVADHUTA MAHARAJA

“THE OBLIVION, THE DESIRE AND LOVE”

It is custom and natural tendency to always want to get the best. When we are presented with two opportunities and after analyzing the proposition of these two opportunities, we tend to accept the one that is better, the one that can definitely give us better benefit. It could be said that this is appropriate. Accept the best. The best of two propositions or the best of many propositions is to accept what is best, but not always accepting what we assume is best turns out to be the best. From this we also have experience, true experience. Definitely, the best is God, Krishna, Krishna is God; that is the best. And the best we can do is accept His instructions and the proposal to always live in the grace of God. Living in the grace of God means being always immersed in devotional intelligence or our conscience and intelligence is always driven on that path, and how to improve, perfect my service, what I offer. It is proposed to me, I accept, but I also propose, and what I propose may be well accepted or not, but Krishna is always willing to accept our sincere service. Krishna is always willing to accept the effort we make to improve our situation. Situation, by the way, quite delicate, delicate by the constant presence of oblivion. It seems that this is a definitive element in devotional life, because when we forget Krishna we can lose our devotional position, or when we do not remember Krishna it is also a type of forgetfulness. We can never ascend to a devotional position. Oblivion could then be considered as an element that dissociates the propositions constantly made by Krishna of devotional service. But, just as there is the possibility of forgetting something in particular, there is the possibility of remembering it, and the system is very simple: always listening with the appropriate attitude, always meditating on what is heard and posing and proposing, and providing the possibility that others listen, meditate, accept and realize the teachings of the Supreme Personality of Godhead, Krishna, Krishna is God.

Tonight, then, we are talking about forgetting. We must not forget that there is always the possibility of forgetting, forgetting God, forgetting Krishna. Sometimes we are very proud and we are satisfied because we have reached stages of devotion, considered by ourselves, perhaps by others, as superior. If it is true that there must be natural satisfaction because we offer a service to Krishna and this service tries to present itself as well as possible, it is true that this is also due to a very special mercy. Krishna says, out of compassion to them, I find Myself in their hearts illuminating them with the lamp of knowledge, because they are in ignorance, which is born from darkness. Out of compassion to them. Krishna says, I am the memory, I am the forgetfulness. This does not mean that I have forgotten Krishna because Krishna wants me to forget Him. No. This does not specifically mean that. This means that Krishna is going to provide us and will please us according to what we want, ask and demand. Even Krishna can please an individual who insists on the matter of wanting to forget Him. For him there is the magic of the material world, where the illusory situation makes him forget his spiritual constitutional position and his position as eternal servant, loving servant of God, Krishna.

We must be serious enough, analytical, to tolerate and meet ourselves, when we get to the point of self-questioning and accept the sad reality that sometimes we are striving to the minimum, sometimes nothing, to perfect our devotional service, to offer each time more, something pure.                                                  It all starts with the superior energy, the execution of the service of desire. Desire is like an energy. When energy is said in the plane of duality, it is something that cannot be tangible by the natural means of perception of the senses such as color, weight, flavor, texture.

What is desire? What is thought? What is meditation? Humm? All this, desire, the desire, is definitely similar to love. All things in this world are achieved and lost by love. For the love of money someone risks his life, for the love of the country he also does the same, for the love of his family, he oversees to keep it together, for the love of himself he exceedingly worries about his situation. Everything is promoted by love and love is nothing but desire.

But not everything that is desired is lovingly desired. Because that love that does not lead to love God above all things and thereby definitely love his creation purely, it's not true love, they're desires, to benefit, desires to love himself. Then, we have to understand that everything that is executed, it's promoted by desires, loving: love of money, love of fame, love of power, love of glory. And all this circumstantial and relative love is truncated by the presence of death.

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RESEÑA DE WINGS DE BTS (+ SECRETOS DE LA INDUSTRIA DEL KPOP)

Este es el primer álbum de KPOP que he escuchado asique estoy bastante emocionada. ¡Esta reseña ha sido tan pedida por muchos de ustedes asique estoy muy contenta de que esté finalmente aquí! Estoy reseñando el álbum mientras escucho las canciones por primera vez. Además, no tengo idea de lo que dicen asique no puedo juzgar el contenido de las letras. Solo voy a ir hablando por cómo suena y el ritmo.

¡Empecemos!

Calidad

1. Intro: Boy Meets Evil

La canción empieza muy suavemente y entonces un chico empieza a rapear y entonces el rap se vuelve más intenso e, incluso aunque no tenga idea de lo que él dice, estoy bailando al ritmo de la canción. Entonces empieza el comienzo del coro ¡y entonces toda la mierda se vuelve loca! El rap se vuelve incluso más intenso y entonces empieza a ir más despacio y empieza este coro realmente lindo y relajante. Esta es una buena introducción para el álbum.

2. Blood Sweat & Tears

He escuchado esta canción antes de mano porque uno de ustedes me la recomendó. AMO ESTA CANCIÓN. ��Suena como una buena canción de verano que escucharía en la radio para ser honesta! El ritmo es muy fresco y va junto con un sentimiento de buena vibra. Los versos tienen un rap mientras el coro tiene una melodía cantando relajante por la que estoy viviendo. He escuchado estas letras tanto que me las he aprendido.

Wonhae manhi manhi

3. Begin

Esta canción empieza lenta y entonces empieza un sutil ritmo de baile. Parece como si él estuviera pasando por un rompimiento incluso aunque no lo puedo entender. El coro empieza y ¡¡¡Es en ingles!!! ¡Este coro suena como como una canción pop de corriente principal que podría ser un éxito en América! ¡Para el segundo coro, se arrastra un poco más (en una buena manera) y entonces llega a un punto culminante que realmente me gustó!

You make me beginnnn

4. Lie

Perra esta canción empieza como si yo estuviera en una mansión de terror a punto de obtener mi trasero pateado. Es bastante dramática y cinemática. Estoy escribiendo esto mientras la escucho por primera vez y BAM obtenemos algo de cantar. Ellos suenan como si estuvieran soltando un poco de té. Entonces empiezan a susurrar y empieza un coro con algunas notas altas que me dan esas vibras de Dangerous Woman. Y oh mierda, el segundo verso está aquí y la música aterradora continua. No soy una gran fan del coro, pero me gusta esa vibra aterradora.

5. Stigma

Esta canción empieza lenta con un piano y entonces empieza un pequeño ritmo con algún chico oscuro y misterioso cantando. Estoy obteniendo una vibra R&B asique yay están cambiando un poco. El coro empieza y me he puesta en algún modo jazz ahora. ¡La canción también me está dando una vibra elegante y el ritmo es bueno!

6. First Love

Empieza con un chico diciendo algunas cosas mientras el piano suena tranquilamente. Él se mantiene diciendo que se siento muy bien. ¿Está excitado? El chico ahora está rapeando mientras la única cosa que escuchamos es el piano. Creo que esta es una canción depresiva. Estoy obteniendo vibras de Eminem KPOP. Hacia el final, el empieza a rapear incluso más rápido y los instrumentos aparecen y perra MI PELUCA SE HA IDOOOOOOO. ¡Creo que voy a empezar a llorar pero no sé por qué!

7. Reflection

El primer verso es en inglés y él está hablando sobre como la vida es una película con diferentes comienzos/escenarios. Busque la letra y esta canción es muy deprimente. Habla sobre ver a otros felices y sentirte feliz, pero entonces no amarte a ti mismo y sentirte deprimido. Es bastante profunda y el rap es bastante bueno. ¡AMO LOS INSTRUMENTOS Y EL RITMO! Termina con un estático “Desearía que pudiera amarme a mí mismo”. Ámate bebé.

8. MAMA

Esta canción es una de las canciones que fue previamente recomendadas para mí. Amo esta canción. Es muy luminosa y con buen sentimiento. Quiero tener un baile con esta canción. ¡El coro es bueno también! Es una excelente canción pop.

HEY MAMA

9. Awake

Estoy escuchando algunos instrumentos de cuerda y entonces pacíficamente se transforma en uno de los versos. En mayor parte, la canción es aburrida para mí. Siento como si las notas altas fueran un poco tirantes, pero esta también parece el tipo de canción que puede crecer en mí entre cada vez que la escucho. Pregúntenme mi opinión de nuevo en 2 semanas.

10. Lost

Estoy confundida de la forma en que me siento de esta canción pero me gusta la manera en que cantan “I lost my wa-aye-a-a-y”.

11. BTS Cypher 4

Esta canción empieza muy tranquila y misteriosa. Siento como si estuviera en el circo teniendo un baile con los payasos. Entonces la canción se torna en un ritmo de hip hop seguido con rap. Me gusta. Creo que están diciendo “sorry bout it!”. No soy fan del coro.

12. Am I Wrong

Amo el comienzo de la canción. Tiene un ritmo interesante que se transforma en un ritmo de baile interesante. Entonces un rap lo acompaña. El comienzo del coro es bastante intenso y entonces le sigue un coro genial. ¡Es un sí para mí!

Tell me, am i wrong?

13. 21st Century Girl

Esta canción empieza como la canción Black Widow de Iggy Azalea, mejor dicho con un pequeño ritmo. ¡Entonces comienza un coro y en general esta canción me mantuvo en lo alto! El intervalo también es bueno. ¡Hay algunos versos en ingles! La próxima vez que organice una fiesta, esta canción va a ser reproducida.

Live your life, live your life, come on baby

Esta sería yo con mis chicas bailando con esta canción ^

14. 2! 3!

Esta canción empieza dulcemente y un chico dice en inglés, “Been trying to tell you this. I was supposed to tell you. This is all for you”. Los versos consisten en un chico rapeando bastante agresivamente y entonces un lindo y relajante coro. Hacia el final, ellos colectivamente cantan el coro. ¡Me gusta!

15. Interlude: Wings

Esta canción solo me da una vibra de final-del-álbum. Siento que cierra el álbum muy bien. ¡Tiene un coro muy pegadizo que voy a aprender a rapear, por cierto! El coro entonces suena como algo que Usher lanzaría en 2010 también conocido como ÉXITOS.

Put ur hands up to the sky getchu feeling the vibe

Créditos de Escritura

Cuando califico álbumes grupales, incluso si un miembro escribió la canción, todavía cuenta.

¡BTS escribió 15 de 15 canciones!

IMPACTADA.

Interpretación de sencillo principal

Estoy muy emocionada de ver a BTS cantar porque escucho un montón de cuán genial los grupos KPOP son en vivo asique estoy muy lista. Como la reseña del álbum, va a ser mi primera vez mirando la interpretación y voy a escribir mis primeros pensamientos. ¡Vamos!

¡Blood, Sweat, & Tears también conocida como una de mis canciones favoritas de este álbum, es el sencillo principal!

¡ESPEREN! ¿Ustedes seguidores de KPOP no iban a advertirme de sostenerme a mi cuero cabelludo mientras mirara esto? ¡Sabía que los grupos KPOP eran buenos pero amigos no sabía que eran tan buenos!

Los siguientes gifs no son de esta interpretación en particular porque tristemente no pude encontrar ninguno.

¡Desearía saber sus nombres (voy a aprenderlos), pero todos ellos MATARON! La interpretación completa fue absolutamente increíble.  Ellos permanecieron en sintonía todo el tiempo, la coreografía era genial ¡Sin mencionar DIFICIL!

Los ángulos de la cámara eran perfectos porque en un punto, la mitad del grupo saldría de algún lado mientras la otra se hacía cargo y entonces desaparecía. ¡Ellos lo hacen parecer muy fácil como si yo pudiera hacerlo! ¡Estoy más que impresionada! Sobre traer una excelente interpretación, ellos también trajeron mucha energía y carisma a mi pantalla.

¡Estoy acostada en la cama escribiendo esto pero mejor crean que estoy bailando mientras los miro!

¡Y no me dejen empezar con sus expresiones faciales! Fue increíble de verlos actuar las letras incluso aunque mi trasero no tuviera idea de lo que estaban diciendo. ¡Ellos no solo interpretaron! ¡Pusieron un SHOW! ¡Estaban como bailando, cantando y actuando al mismo tiempo!

¡Tus chicas están IMPACTADAS!

Por cierto, mi hermana Alana entró en la habitación y estoy diciéndole que estoy reseñando BTS y ella está como “Oh mis amigas me mostraron una increíble interpretación. Ángela no estás lista”. Y ella me muestra la interpretación de Not Today en Comeback Stage y honestamente estaba sin palabras. Estoy acostumbrada a ver mierda de estrellas americanas y ahora recibo excelencia de algunas KPOP.

Interpretación: 6 de 5 estrellas

PR o control de daños.

Bueno asique esto es un poco difícil para mí de abordar ya que ellos vienen de una industria totalmente diferente también conocida como la industria KPOP, contrariamente a la industria de Hollywood que he dominado. Para las celebridades de Hollywood, he estado al pendiente de ellos por muchos años + tengo varias fuentes internas. Desafortunadamente, no puedo decir lo mismo de las estrellas KPOP. No puedo exponer ninguna PR o control de daños porque simplemente no conozco a ninguna de las estrellas. Ni siquiera sé los nombres de los miembros de BTS. Asique en lugar de esto, voy a exponer secretos de la industria de KPOP que leí/escuché.

Secretos de la industria en el mundo KPOP.

De acuerdo a algunos seguidores de KPOP con los que he hablado:

Las estrellas son tratadas horriblemente por sus managers. Y la manera en que son tratados es diferente al tratamiento de Hollywood. Aparentemente, estas estrellas trabajan demasiado y les pagan muy poco.

Sus managers son también rebeldes. Una fan de KPOP le dijo a Alana que un manager estaba borracho llevando a dos miembros de un grupo en el auto, y el mató a los dos miembros. Voy a necesitar algunas fans de KPOP para elaborar esta historia.

El siguiente grupo de cosas de las que voy a hablar son basadas en búsqueda realizada sobre la industria KPOP. Link (x)

El mundo KPOP está obsesionado con esta idea de perfección y ser absolutamente perfecto. Esto lleva a un 95% de estrellas en la industria a obtener cirugía plástica hecha. Mientras es popular para las mujeres americanas obtener un aumento de pechos, en esta industria, tener doble parpado es muy importante.

Hay ciertos fans que son bastante insanos. Ellos desarrollan una insana obsesión con sus ídolos. “Los fans más obsesivos son conocidos como Sasaeng, o fans privados. Son conocidos por instalar cámaras ocultas en las casas y los autos de sus ídolos, escribir letras de amor en sangre menstrual ¡y envenenar las bebidas de los grupos rivales! Singapore reportó. Han atacado a otros fans que se han acercado a sus ídolos, dejado orina y heces en la casa de las estrellas e incluso asaltado los objetos de su afección por fallar en darles la atención que piden. Algunas empresas coreanas de taxis ahora ofrecen servicios donde van a seguir a sus ídolos por Sasaeng, acelerando sobre 200km/h y causando accidentes” Recuérdenme nunca insultar a los seguidores Twitter, cuando Sasaeng existe.

Puedes leer ese artículo que enlacé para más información.

Por supuesto toda industria tiene sus problemas, pero esto es un poco loco… Y hemos visto todas formas de loco. Si hay algún nuevo lector KPOP leyendo esto, siéntanse libres de iluminarnos más sobre esta industria y como los managers realmente tratan a las estrellas. Realmente quiero saber.

Pensamiento final: Este es el primer álbum que he escuchado de un grupo KPOP y estoy más que impresionada. Wings trajo varias formas de buena música. Tuvieron canciones lentas, ritmos de baile épicos, buen uso de instrumentos y pedazos y piezas de hip & hop y  elementos  R&B. Ellos realmente nos dieron el paquete completo. Las canciones son bastante pegadizas y frescas. BTS probó que una barrera de lenguaje no va a parar a nadie de escuchar EXITOS. Este se ha convertido rápidamente uno de mis álbumes favoritos y tu mejor cree que eso es lo que voy a estar cantando estos días. Han ganado ustedes mismos una nueva fan, BTS. Y están obteniendo mis monedas.

4.5 estrellas de 5 estrellas.

¡Déjennos saber que otros álbumes quieren que reseñemos!

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50k+ Completed Chaptered Masterlist

permanent ink - Katsuki Yuuri had two soulmate marks.The first was the words Stammi Vicino scripted right over his heart in bold, beautiful letters. The second was a pair of wings curled against his shoulder blades and down his back in arching, florid strokes.The former belonged to five-time gold-winning World Champion, Viktor Nikiforov. The latter belonged to his protégée, who was making his Senior debut the next year- Yuri Plisetsky, who tried to cut his soulmark off a year before meeting him.

Growing up, growing in -  After making his first friend at Barcelona, Yuri is left with more questions than answers. Is all of what he feels... normal amongst friends? Should he even hesitate that much at the very idea of having him at his home for his birthday? All he knows is that he can't wait for it to come, and find out what is all of this that Otabek Altin unleashes inside of him.

To Protect that Smile -  It's been years since Victor Niforov turned his back from Yuuri and their adopted son, Yuri(o). Chaos ensues when Yurio won gold medal for Junior National Ice Skating Competition and Mari sent a profile for a scholarship/training abroad to Christophe Giacometti and his ... co-coach.

Compromises - Their relationship was one of compromises, Yuuri thought, usually in Victor's favour. Not that Yuuri minded - in all likelihood, he would probably set himself on fire if Victor complained about being cold. But there was one thing Yuuri point blank refused to compromise on; he would not step foot within a 100 metre radius of an ice rink.AU in which Yuuri quit skating as a teenager, Victor isn't amazing at communication, and Yurio thinks they are both idiots.

Autumn in Detroit -  In a world where Viktor Nikiforov was forced to retire early due to a leg injury, he sought work instead as a police detective in Detroit. Now a young skater with a poster of him on his bedroom door has gone missing and Viktor knows beyond a doubt it's the work of a man who's been brutally murdering professional dancers for years. It's impossible not to take this case personally. Viktor will find Yuuri Katsuki.

What Fades On The Ice - Yuuri Katsuki was a living legend in the skating world. A living legend that depended on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety tablets to survive.Viktor Nikiforov was a young ‘up-and-coming’ skater who was determined to convince his idol to coach him after an extremely bad result at his last competition.How will Yuuri survive the hurricane that is Viktor Nikiforov?Reverse AU where Yuuri is the skating legend and Viktor is a young skater trying to make it big.

Time Bomb Lover -  “I think I know someone who would be more than willing to help your family out, if you were willing to help them out in return. If you were interested that is.”

Precious Love - Basicaly Yuuri's first job as kindergarten teacher who believe his english ability is his only good trait and Yurio as his problematic-anti-social-tsundere student who strangely attached to him.Add the boy's famous-handsome-actor-father who is in desperate need of new caretaker.

Figure Skater Time - Assassination on Ice -  When Victor breaks Yuuri's heart he couldn't stand up. Broken and without an idea what to do he stumbles over his old equippment from his most interesting school year. His final year at Kunugigaoka junior high school in the assassination classroom with the worlds best teacher and strongest target. In his dream he meets his teacher Korosensei one last time and he gives him the courage to rise once again. Determined to show the world what he is made of he sets out to nurture his blood-lust once more and sharpen his blade. With a little help from his classmates he decides to show the world what he learned in the assassination classroom and how he is ready to graduate from his heartbreak.

Yuuri!!! on Floor -  The gymnastics edition, in which Viktor is still a skater because he's too pretty on ice and I couldn't take it away from him. A story about how sometimes love comes slow and soft, and how hearts get bigger when they break.

A lack of Invitations -  Viktor is ex-Russian mob knife for hire, with a terrifying reputation. Yuuri is a Japanese mob boss. They encounter each other at a party and for some reason, Yuuri is intrigued enough to hire Viktor on.

From Almaty, With Love - It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.“You’re used to the noise?”“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”

Dance of the Red Death - Viktor Nikiforov loved too much. What begins as a cough morphs into something that takes the shape of an unseen monster hiding in his very blood. With the Russian government scrambling to sweep under the rug the worst of a crisis that's been thirty-five years in the making and a society that sees his disease as a death sentence, Viktor is left with figuring out his own way to survive.

Hasta que los días nos unan otra vez - Yuri es un joven amante del patinaje que vive en San Petersburgo con su abuelo. Su vida es normal, hasta que se cruza con aquel extraño de rasgos extranjeros en la pista y desde esa misma noche no puede dejar de soñar con él, literalmente.Pero en sus sueños él ya no es Yuri Plisetsky, sino Yuuri Katsuki, un joven soldado japonés durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial y el extraño tampoco es el mismo sino Viktor Nikiforov, un voluntario ruso en los campamentos de refugiados.Yuri sabe que todo es solo un simple sueño, pero ¿Por qué su corazón duele cada vez que sueña con aquellos dos desconocidos, y se siente tan ligado a su historia?

The Longest Off-Season -  It's after the Grand Prix Final, and now that Yuri and Victor have made their choices and established exactly what they are, Victor asks Yuri to move in with him in Russia. Everything is going so well; it's pure domestic bliss, that is until something happens which turns their world - and Yuri's skating career - upside down.

Melodies Unheard, but Felt All the Same - Yuuri wanted to make history as the first deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he's a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov's presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing.But Victor proves to be different, and Yuuri appreciates that. Now all that's left is to tell the figure skating world about it.

lie to make me like you -  It’s become a game, of sorts, to anyone privy to the fact that the pattern exists in the first place: ask Victor out at the beginning of the month, date for however many days, and wait for the end to come and for Victor to say, always: I couldn’t fall in love with you. Let’s break up. Or, Victor is a retired actor looking for love, and Yuuri happens to be the (un)fortunate soul to unwittingly ask him out at the beginning of the month. Except relationships don't come with a script, and it's much harder understanding love than roles.

like your french girls -  in which Victor is an artist, Yuuri is his figure skating muse, and Yuri is so done hearing about their stupid love story through Instagram

all the world's a stage - Everyone has a guilty pleasure.For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov.

Between us - Love hurts. Love heals. Sometimes it's really easy to love. Sometimes it feels like hell. You can forget to love yourself because you are too busy with loving someone else. Sometimes you give everything for the one you love and don't expect to get anything back. You can love with all your soul and heart. Your heart can heal, your soul can belong to someone else. Love will make you cry and laugh, love will make you hate and forgive. It's life. It's pain. Feels.Don't give up.In the end, love always wins.

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“¡Me encanta el Teatro El Círculo! Se me pone la piel de gallina de sólo pensar que voy a estar sobre ese escenario otra vez”

Interview also available in English

Dueña de una voz privilegiada y una sonrisa cautivadora, la cantante de rock y música clásica, Tarja Turunen, no deja de sorprendernos. En medio de un presente más que positivo y con miras a un futuro aún más brillante, la finlandesa, devenida en argentina, charló en forma abierta con nosotros acerca de sus varios proyectos, los shows que tiene preparados para este 2017 y la gira que estará haciendo por distintas ciudades del país en el mes de noviembre. 

MSM: Acerca de Act II: ¿Podés contarnos un poco más acerca de por qué elegiste el Teatro Della Luna para grabar el DVD y qué vamos a poder ver en él? ¿Va a seguir la línea de Act I o vamos a encontrar algo nuevo?

Tarja: Esta vez quise filmar y grabar mi segundo DVD en vivo en Europa, y como yo ya me había presentado en este Teatro previamente, la decisión fue mucho más fácil. Sabía qué esperar del mismo, e hizo que fuera más sencillo pensar en toda la producción. El show es emotivo, como todos mis shows, y tocamos un set list muy diferente al que se puede ver y escuchar en Act I. En estos momentos Tim Palmer se está encargando del proceso de mezcla de este lanzamiento.

MSM: Talking about Act II: Can you tell us something else about why you chose Teatro Della Luna to film your DVD and what are we going to watch in it? Is it going to follow the Act I path or are we going to find something new?

Tarja: I wanted to film and record my second live DVD in Europe this time and since I had performed in this theatre before, it made my decision easier. I knew what to expect from it and it became easier to think all the production. The show is emotional as always my shows are and we were playing a set list very different to the one you can see and hear on ACT I. The mixing process is going on with this release at the moment with Tim Palmer. 

MSM: Hace unos días subiste una foto en Instagram sobre la cual se ha hablado bastante. ¿Este nuevo material en el que estás trabajando está relacionado con la música clásica o sigue el camino de lo alternativo que tomaste en tu último álbum de rock? ¿Va a haber algún cover nuevo?

Tarja: Lo siento, no sé muy bien sobre qué foto me están hablando, ¡porque publico fotos nuevas todos los días! En estos momentos estoy trabajando en varios proyectos paralelos que tienen que ver por completo con mi pasión por la música. Sin embargo, no haría algo que fuese completamente diferente a lo que la gente podría esperar de mí. Lo sabrán cuando sea el momento adecuado.

MSM: A few days ago you posted a picture on Instagram and people has been talking pretty much a lot about it. Is this new material you’re working on related with classical music or does it follow the alternative line you took in your last rock album? Is there going to be any new cover? 

Tarja: Sorry, I am not sure which Instagram photo you are talking about, since I am posting every day new photos!! I am currently working on several side projects and those have everything to do with my passion towards music. Nevertheless I would not do something totally different from what people could already expect me to do. You will hear news from me when the time is right.

MSM: ¿Tenés pensado lanzar algún otro videoclip promocionando The Shadow Self, además de Innocence?

Tarja: Quizás haya alguno.

MSM: Have you been thinking about releasing any other video promoting The Shadow Self, besides Innocence?

Tarja: Maybe there will be.

MSM: Con respecto a tu visita de regreso a la Argentina en el mes de noviembre y a otros países latinoamericanos en mayo, ¿ya tenés pensada la alineación que te va a acompañar?

Tarja: Sí. De hecho me verán por allá con los músicos que me están acompañando ahora mismo en mi tour por Europa. La banda nunca ha sonado tan bien y tan poderosa como hasta ahora, ¡así que no querrán perderse estos shows!

MSM: Regarding your visit back to Argentina on November, and other Latin American countries on May.  Do you have the musicians who are going to come with you confirmed?

Tarja: Oh, yes, I have. Argentina will see me performing with the musicians that are accompanying me on my current European tour. The band has never sounded as powerful and good as today, so you really don’t want to miss these shows!

MSM: La última vez que estuviste en Rosario te presentaste en el Club Brown, pero este año la cita es en el hermoso Teatro El Círculo donde ya filmaste Act I. ¿Por qué elegiste nuevamente el Teatro?

Tarja: ¡Me encanta ese Teatro! Se me pone la piel de gallina de sólo pensar que voy a estar sobre ese escenario otra vez. Les agradezco a ustedes por esta nueva oportunidad.

MSM: Last time you were in Rosario you performed at the Club Brown, but this year you’re going to come to the Teatro El Círculo, where you already have filmed Act I. Why did you choose this theatre again?

Tarja: I love this theatre! It gives me goose-bumps just to think that I will stand on that stage again. I thank you for the opportunity again.

MSM: Si bien tu público se caracteriza por ser más bien rockero o metalero, lo cierto es que a todos nos ha encantado el hidden track del disco. ¿Tenés pensado incluirla de alguna manera en el set list?

Tarja: Esta canción es la última del set list. Luego del show, dejo el escenario mientras esta canción suena de fondo. Este tema surgió como una broma, por eso no me dan ganas de tocarla con la banda por ahora.

MSM: We know your public is mainly metalhead and rocker, but the truth is we all loved your album’s hidden track. Have you thought about including that song in the set list?

Tarja: This song is my outro! I leave the stage after the show while this song is playing in PA. This song was made as a joke, so I don’t feel like playing it with the band for now. 

MSM: Has hecho varios covers de Nightwish a lo largo de tu carrera solista, decisión que es celebrada por muchos fans que te siguen desde tus comienzos, ¿podremos escuchar alguna vez tu propia versión de Ghost Love Score o no está en tus planes por el momento?

Tarja: Ni siquiera lo había pensado, ya que justamente estamos tocando ahora un medley de canciones de Nightwish en mis conciertos. Tengo tantas canciones buenas de cosecha propia que ya no siento la necesidad de tocar canciones que hice con la banda. Ese tema que mencionan es una de mis canciones favoritas de Nightwish.

MSM: You’ve made several Nightwish covers along your solo career, this decision is celebrated by a lot of your fans, who follow you since the beginning of your musical career. Is there any possibility to listen to your own version of Ghost Love Score? Or is it out of your plans at the moment?

Tarja: I haven’t really been giving a thought about it, since currently we are playing a medley of Nightwish songs in my concerts. I have so nice songs on my own, that I don’t feel the need of performing the songs I did with the band any longer. That song you mentioned is one of my favourite Nightwish songs. 

MSM: Siguiendo un poco con el tema del set list, en Rosario recientemente iniciamos una encuesta acerca de qué canciones le gustaría al público escuchar en el próximo show que estarás dando en el Teatro El Círculo y Diva viene a la cabeza. ¿Le cumplirías el sueño a los fans rosarinos de poder disfrutar de semejante masterpiece en vivo?

Tarja: Tengo que ver cómo viene la mano cuando esté haciendo el tour por Argentina. No puedo hacerles todavía ninguna promesa. Me siento honrada de escuchar que a muchas personas les encanta este tema en particular. Es una canción muy especial para mí también.

MSM: Going back to the set list topic, we recently started a poll, asking which songs the public would like to listen in the next show you’re giving in Rosario, and Diva is at the top of the charts. Would you make that dream real for your fans from Rosario, so they can enjoy such a masterpiece live?

Tarja: I need to see what is the situation at the time I am going to tour Argentina. I cannot make any promises yet. I am honored to hear that many people love this particular song of mine. It is a special song to me too.

MSM: Con más de diez años de carrera solista y álbumes editados de diversos géneros… ¿Hay algo que todavía no hayas hecho y que te gustaría algún día poder hacer? Si tuvieras que elegir uno solo de todos tus discos, ¿cuál elegirías?

Tarja: ¡Tengo todavía tantos sueños por los que pelear! Me encantaría hacer una película algún día, darle mi voz a un personaje de dibujitos animados, mejorar como cantante lírica y compositora… ¡ver el mundo y ser feliz con mi arte para siempre! Y por supuesto, cantar HASTA MI ÚLTIMO ALIENTO.

Si tuviera que elegir tan sólo uno de todos mis álbumes, sería “The Shadow Self” porque estoy muy contenta con él.

MSM: With more than ten years in a solo career, and a wide variety of genres in your albums… Is there something you haven’t done and you would like to do someday? If you had to choose only one of your albums, which one would it be? 

Tarja: I have many dreams to fight for still! I would love to score a movie one day, give my voice to a cartoon character, get better as a lyrical singer and songwriter…see the world and be happy with my art forever! And of course, sing UNTIL MY LAST BREATH! 

If I have to choose only one album from all of my albums, I would choose “The Shadow Self”, because I am super happy with it.

MSM: Generalmente finalizamos nuestras entrevistas con un top 5 de álbumes recomendados, pero como hasta ahora ya nos has recomendado unos 15, aproximadamente, esta vez queríamos probar algo nuevo: si tuvieras que definirte en una sola oración, ¿cómo lo harías? 

Tarja: Soñadora apasionada en busca de la perfección.

MSM: We usually finish our interviews asking for a top five of recommended albums, but you’ve recommended us about 15 to date, we are going to try something new. So, if you had to define yourself in only one sentence, how would you do it?

Tarja: Passionate dreamer seeking for perfection.

MSM: Muchas gracias por darnos parte de tu tiempo y por lo atenta que siempre fuiste con nosotros. Te deseamos muchos éxitos; y como siempre, tu público rosarino te espera con los brazos abiertos.

Tarja: ¡No puedo esperar a verlos de nuevo! Espero que el tiempo se pase volando. ¡Vamos a rockear juntos como nunca antes! ¡Muchas gracias por todo!

MSM: Thanks a lot for your time, and for how nice you’ve always been with us. We wish you a lot of success and as always your fans here in Rosario wait for you with open arms.

Tarja: I can’t wait to see you again! I hope the time flies soon. We will rock together like never before! ¡Muchas gracias por todo! 

Shows confirmados:

* Mar Del Plata - Roxy Radio City - 21 de noviembre / entradas anticipadas en: https://www.plateanet.com/Obras/tarja---gira-shadows-shows-2017

* Rosario - Teatro El Círculo - 22 de noviembre / entradas anticipadas en: http://www.ticketek.com.ar/tarja-turunen/teatro-el-circulo y las boleterías del teatro. 

* Córdoba Capital - XL Abasto - 24 de noviembre / entradas anticipadas en: https://www.edenentradas.com.ar/Sitio/Contenido/Funcion/FUNC00769024/11

* Buenos Aires - Luna Park - 25 de noviembre / entradas anticipadas en: http://www.ticketportal.com.ar/

Entrevista: Julieta Iglesias

Traducción: Elías Gómez y Romina Ordazzo

Fotografías: Tim Tronckoe Photography

Agradecemos a Gaby Sisti. 

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“Los fans de Sudamérica son los más locos del mundo”

Interview also available in English

The Dead Daisies es una súper banda de rock de origen australiano / estadounidense que nació en 2012. Desde ese entonces el grupo lleva publicados tres discos de estudio y varios músicos han pasado por el proyecto. La actual alineación está formada por los guitarristas David Lowy y Doug Aldrich, el cantante John Corabi, el bajista Marco Mendoza y el baterista Brian Tichy, a quien tuvimos el placer de entrevistar antes de los dos shows que la banda estará dando en el país este mes.  

MSM: Nacieron como un súper grupo formado por grandes figuras del rock. Ya llevan tres álbumes editados y varios cambios en la formación. ¿Cómo ven a la banda en la actualidad?

BT: La banda en este momento está lo más sólida que se puede estar, simplemente porque después de varias modificaciones en la banda, con la formación actual escribimos y grabamos un disco juntos como banda, hicimos una gira para presentarlo, y grabamos un álbum en vivo juntos, y planeamos hacer lo mismo para el próximo trabajo de estudio. Esta cantidad de trabajo, juntos, nos hizo una formación sólida.

MSM: You were born as a superband made by rockstars. You have 3 albums already on the shelves and many line-up changes. How do you see the band now?

BT: The band now is probably as solid as it’s ever been, simply because after numerous changes the five of us wrote and recorded a record together as a band, toured in support of that record and recorded a live record together, and we have plans to do the same for the next studio record. That amount of work together has made us a pretty solid line-up.

   MSM: ¿Le dedican su tiempo completo a The Dead Daisies o alguno de ustedes tiene además otro proyecto musical en paralelo?

BT: Todos en la banda están metidos en otras cosas, porque somos músicos. Creo que es algo común en todos, que cuando no estamos en esta banda, seguimos amando a la música, seguimos amando tocar y grabar, lo que nos lleva a estar en otros proyectos paralelos.

MSM: Are you all fully compromised to the band or is anyone involved in some parallel project?

BT: Everybody in the band has other stuff they do, because we’re all musicians. And I think we all agree, when we’re not in this band, The Dead Daises, we still love music, playing it and recording it which takes us to be in other projects sometimes.

MSM: Entre su gira europea y norteamericana hacen una pequeña parada por Latinoamérica para tocar en Brasil, Argentina y Chile. ¿Qué recuerdos mantienen de giras anteriores por el continente? ¿Cómo recuerdan al público local?

BT: Los fanáticos de Sudamérica son los más locos del mundo. Me di cuenta de esto en 1995 cuando fui por primera vez con Slash’s Snakepit. Esa fue mi primera vez allá y no podía creer la pasión y la energía que tenían por la música que aman. La vez siguiente fue con Whitesnake, teloneando a Judas Priest, y las cosas no cambiaron, están cada vez más locos. Así que espero lo mismo y tengo muchas ganas de estar por Sudamérica con The Dead Daisies.

MSM: Between your European and your US tour, you are stopping by in Latin America to play in Argentina, Brazil and Chile. Do you have any remarkable memory of your last tours around here? What are your memories about fans here?

BT: South American fans are the craziest in the world. I found this out in 1995 when I went there with Slash’s Snakepit. That was my first time there and I could not believe how much energy and passion they had for rock music they loved. The next time I went there was with Whitesnake supporting Judas Priest and the fans have not changed, they’re even crazier now. So I expect more of the same and look very much forward to touring in South America with The Dead Daisies.

MSM: Fueron la primera banda en tocar en Cuba cuando recién se estaba abriendo al mercado con los Estados Unidos. Un año después de eso, tocaron allí ni más ni menos que The Rolling Stones, por primera vez en su historia. ¿Cómo surgió la posibilidad de tocar allá, y cómo se sienten actualmente al respecto?

BT: La pasé muy bien durante toda la semana que estuvimos ahí, conocimos mucha gente muy buena y los fans fueron muy amigables y receptivos con una banda con la que quizás no estaban tan familiarizados. Cómo se dio todo para ir, la verdad no tiene mucho que ver conmigo, yo soy solamente el baterista de la banda, pero toda la gente que trabaja alrededor de la banda lo hizo posible.

MSM: You were the first band to play in Cuba when market between them and USA was just starting to work. How that opportunity came to you? How do you feel about that experience?

BT: I had a great time for the week we were there, we met a lot of nice people and the fans were very cool and receptive to a newer band that they may not have known much about. How it was exactly put together did not have too much to do with me at all, for I’m simply the drummer of the band but the management and all the people around the band that work for the band put it together.

MSM: Tras el atentado terrorista de Manchester, en el que murieron 22 personas, ¿qué piensan ustedes, como músicos, acerca de que el terrorismo haya utilizado el contexto de un concierto musical como medio para llevar a cabo su atentado?

BT: Me parece malísimo, toda clase de terrorismo es horrible.

MSM: After the terrorist attack in Manchester, in which 22 people died, as musicians, what do you think about terrorists using a concert to generate an assault?

BT: I think it sucks, and I think any kind of terrorism sucks.

MSM: En nuestras entrevistas tenemos una sección llamada ‘Until Your Last Breath’, en la que le pedimos a los músicos que nos digan qué 5 álbumes hay que escuchar antes de morir. ¿Te gustaría compartir con nosotros tu Top 5?

Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffitti

Aerosmith - Live! Bootleg

Rush - Exit... Stage Left

Kiss - Alive!

Van Halen - Fair Warning

MSM: In all our interviews we have a section called 'Until Your Last Breath’ where we ask the musicians about the 5 albums people should listen to before they die. Would you like to share with us your top five?

Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffitti

Aerosmith - Live! Bootleg

Rush - Exit... Stage Left

Kiss - Alive!

Van Halen - Fair Warning

MSM: Para cerrar, ¿tenés algún mensaje para sus fans en Argentina?

BT: Si no gritas más fuerte que los demás y que tus amigos, me voy a enojar bastante. ¡Muchas gracias!

MSM: To conclude, do you have any message to all your Argentinian fans?

BT: If you don’t scream louder than the other fans and your friends, I’m gonna be very upset. Thank you very much!

THE DEAD DAISIES se estarán presentando los días 15 y 16 de julio, en los teatros Vorterix de Capital Federal y Rosario, respectivamente.

No te pierdas el video donde Doug Aldrich y Brian Tichy envían saludos a todos los fanáticos de Argentina:

Entrevista: Santiago Quiroga

Traducción: Elías Gómez

Edición: Romina Ordazzo

Agradecemos a Gaby Sisti.